Willie The Wandering Gypsy

Three fingers whiskey,pleasures the drinkers
And moving does more than the same things for me
Willie he tells me that doers and thinkers
Say moving is the closest thing to being free

Well he's rosined his reggins,laid back his wages
He's dead set on riding in the big rodeo
My woman's tired with an overdue baby
Willie keeps yelling hey gypsy let's go

Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern
Ready rolled from the same makins as me
I reckon we're gonna ramble till hell freezes over
Willie the wandering gypsy and me